I Blame Jon Acuff For This Post

As you might have noticed, Amanda and I have been on a blogging hiatus.  It was not intentional.  We have loved starting Sprained Funny Bone and we talk about it to each other and the future of it constantly.  We are here people!  We are here!

And when someone asks me where the blog posts have been, I go to my mental list.  And then I tell them the reasons. It goes something like this, (inhale) “Well, our summers went super fast with the kids home and all their activities and friends and Amanda moved and I worked multiple camps and it is hard to find time to sit and write and it’s also really hard to sit down and instantly focus with all the kids and distractions.” (exhale)

The above is true.  

But the above is not the whole truth.

Writing is hard.  Amanda and I always joke that in the middle of writing posts, we hit a point where we are certain it will never come together.  And, if it ends up being another piece that does not show itself as worthy to post and we have to start over, we risk the possibility of having all the marbles in our heads fall out.

Writing is personal. A few days ago, I started listening to “Finish:  Give Yourself the Gift of Done” by Jon Acuff.  It is a good read you guys.  The book discusses how starting goals is not as difficult as finishing them.  Acuff presents strategies based on research to inspire and give people tools to complete their goals.  One of the main obstacles that holds people back is not laziness, but perfectionism.  To me, the word perfectionism sounds so sweet and simple to say, but all you readers that also suffer from it know that it’s an ugly little booger.  I can easily lose the messages I want to write because of the fear of not living up to my own standards.  If I do not perfectly word articles, my brain slowly loses perspective and the desire to finish my writing.  And I’ll say this, I would rather drink a gallon of iced tea and eat pickles (gag, gag, gaggggg) than let perfectionism continue to stop me from pursuing things I love to do.

Writing is worth it.  Our hiatus was just temporary.  I remembered why this blog is important.  It is again, Jon Acuff’s fault.  Once I started listening to his book, I went to his blog.  And in one of his posts, he wrote:

“Your platform isn’t for you. It’s not yours. Your name might be on it. It might be your smiling headshot that folks see each day on your blog or your twitter profile, but the platform is not for you. It’s for other people.  Readers, friends, family members, this is why we blog.  Not to get, but to give. If you don’t share your platform, it will suffocate you.”

Amanda and I never started this blog for us.  We knew we wanted to unite people, discuss all kinds of topics, and help others.  And, you guys, you know where Amanda is right now?  She’s not in Texas. Nor is she in the United States of America. SHE IS IN RWANDA.  As in AFRICA.  She is out learning about a different culture, and serving an organization that is helping women.  And these women need others.  She is not there for herself.  I can say this because it’s true and because she’s way too humble to say that herself….but I’ll totally throw her under the bus.

And we haven’t even had the chance to share that with you all.  And so, she is going to be so excited to come home and find that I have volunteered her to tell you all about her experience and to present ways that if God is leading you, you can help too.  We are committed to highlighting other people who need help.  So we will be back with our random stories, but with opportunities for us all to grow. And we would LOVE to hear from you all too if you have served others and have a story to tell.  Because, it is time.  It is time to finish our half written articles and it is time for us to keep kicking fear and perfectionism in the face.  We hope you will continue to read along with us and to share your stories too.

2 thoughts on “I Blame Jon Acuff For This Post”

  1. After Hurricane Harvey, I felt the need to DO something. I’m a stay at home mom. I don’t like being a sahm, but jobs haven’t quite worked out for me and the kids’ schedules. I’ve been searching for what it is that will fill my heart.
    Our pastor sent an email that gave 3 ways to donate to HH victims. One was to volunteer through Minuteman Disaster Relief. This spoke to me. I’ve always been intrigued by devastation – where it hits, how to begin building back what was lost, etc. So right then, I filled out the form to volunteer.
    I did no background checking into this organization, but trusted that if my pastor recommended it, then it was all good.
    I didn’t even tell me husband about it for awhile. This was over Labor Day weekend. I got the confirmation email that I was entered into the volunteer system and was told that if needed, I would get a text for “dispatch” and instructions.
    All long weekend, in the back of my mind, I was thinking about picking up and going if called to help out. Then, on Labor Day, I got the text. It was about 8pm. It simply said that I was expected at “base camp” the next day between 1900 hours – 2200 hours, gave a website of what to bring and a few other instructions.
    I was freaked out. I thought i would be on a bus or even a van from a local meeting spot with others to travel the 6 1/2 hours to the small town of Refugio, TX. I did not expect to have to make my own transportation arrangements. Plus walking up to this place in the dark? After a hurricane showed its ugly head for 3 days? I became very nervous. I guess somewhere in here I told my husband. I played it off as if he didn’t think he could swing it at home with work duties and kids, I could tell them I couldn’t go. He surprisingly said that if it was something I needed to do, he would figure it out.
    So I kept thinking of Joshua 1:9, ” Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” I had to let my faith overcome my fear.
    In the middle of Wal-Mart, shopping for my necessities at the last minute, I looked again at the email sent with instructions. There was a link for rideshare. I remember what aisle I was walking down, but I clicked that link. I saw three people willing to rideshare. One was already gone. One was a man (well, a masculine name), and the third was named Kristi. I looked at her timeline and she was leaving Southlake, TX that day in less than 2 hours. !!! I texted her and asked if I could go with her.
    Truly that changed the entire experience. I was scared no more. I had a partner. It was a long drive to somewhere we have never been. neither of us had ever done this before. We didn’t know what to expect. So our anxieties were now shared and completely understood. her husband and family were reassured as were mine.
    The whole trip after this moment was so heart warming. Difficult, but the work needed to get done and people were so appreciative. It turned out to be a great experience!!! God asked, I had to answer.

    1. Thank you for sharing your story!! I love how took your interest in helping during devastating events and said yes to volunteering in a way that combined your interests and the definite need that is out there! Letting our faith overcome our fear is so hard and I am encouraged by you doing it! Thanks again for sharing!

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